psa from the future: originally this publication was just going to be a six-chapter story called Hot Spring and end there, but because of additional requests for extra smut scenes, i decided to add more smut scenes as an addendum to this story. but THEN this story just became a very convenient place to just dump ALL my jerza smut, so in case you're confused, chapter 1 to 6 is part of the Hot Spring story (and will be titled so), and everything else are pretty much individual one-shots. this was very necessary because i'm too stubborn to make new stories for every individual smut story, and i think it keeps things more organized, no? ahahah, at least you just have to keep track of one story for all of your jerza smut.

to note, my writing style has GREATLY changed since the publication of this story, something you will definitely notice once you skip toward the more recent chapters. but of course, to each their own enjoyment of what kind of writing they like, so feel free to let me know what you're thinking!

anyway, without further ado, the original story below:

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notes: We all know that Jellal has the major hots for Erza, and we all know that his poor self can't take very much before getting super nosebleeds. (Re: Anime episode OP 5 – involving the water park)

This story is written just for our perverted and imaginative Jellal. Meant to be a lightly comedic, lightly lemon-y fic. Hopefully I'm aiming in the right direction. ;)

Hot Spring
chapter 1: sheep

Whenever Jellal came to visit Fairy Tail, everyone knew exactly who he was looking for.

He had only recently gotten into the habit of checking in on Erza to see how she was doing, but even after just a couple times of seeing the dark navy Crime Sorciere cloak swish through Fairy Tail premises, the Fairy Tail members very quickly learned what he was here for.

"Ah, Jellal," Mirajane greeted him, as he sat down at the barstand at the back of the building.

"Hi," he said, awkwardly. He half-sat into the chair, hoping that the gorgeous host of Fairy Tail would do as she always did—tell him immediately where Erza was.

"You're looking for Erza, right?" she courteously asked him.

He nodded his head, trying to not seem as embarrassed as he might have seemed. He understood that she was just being polite and not wanting to assume why he was there every week or so, but asking the same question aloud each and every time he strolled in through the doors was flustering—at least to him, because each time she asked the question he would have to admit to himself—

"Yes," he said.

Yes, he was looking for Erza. As usual.

"Oh, Erza went out with Natsu and Gray. She'll be back later tonight, I'm sure," she told him, while cleaning out a clear beer glass with a white wash towel. Upon hearing him say nothing in response, she added, "You can stay here and have some drinks on us while you wait!"

Jellal looked up at her radiant smile, grateful that she was trying to make him feel not as awkward as possible. He accepted the offer, sitting more comfortably in his seat.

"So…" he started while watching Mirajane prepare him a glass of one of Fairy Tail's home-brewed beers. "Where did they head off to?"

Mirajane smiled as she perfectly poured the drink, leaving a healthy frothy head on the amber ale. She passed the glass to Jellal. "They probably went to the onsen," she said. "They go almost every week around this time."

"Onsen?" Jellal asked. "I didn't know Erza liked going to the onsen."

"She does!" Mirajane chirped. "Natsu, Gray, and Erza have been going since they were kids. The three of them—together all the time."

"To-together?" he stuttered. He put his beer down and swallowed the bitter down, hard.

Surely that didn't mean that the three of them would share the same—

"Yes, and they share the same spring," Mirajane laughed softly. "It all started when they were kids—they weren't that good at doing quests back then, so they only had a little bit of money to spend on the onsen. They didn't have enough money to rent out two onsen, so they decided to pile together into one. And they have been doing the same thing ever since!"

Jellal's face began to flush as what he had been originally imagining—and what he had hoped wasn't the case—was brought to life in Mirajane's words. He blinked and quickly took a large gulp of alcohol, hoping that his reddening face could be explained by the beer and not at what might have been going on in his head.

"S-s-so they still do it…now?" he asked, unable to bring his eyes up to Mirajane.

"Probably," Mirajane said, without hesitation. "Of course, they have a lot more money now but I'm sure they still do it for friendship's sake."

Even just imagining Erza in the hot spring was enough to give Jellal particular thoughts. Imagining her with other guys in the same hot spring was just—

He discretely wiped some blood away from his nose. "Sou ka," he said simply. "I see."

"Spend some time with us for now," Mirajane suggested. "Erza will be back soon." And then she leaned forward across the table, supporting her dainty chin in her hand. "We'd like to get to knowyou too."

Jellal gulped hard and nodded, readying himself for the incoming interrogation.

They were already treating him like that, huh?

"So Jellal…" Mirajane started, giving him a small smile. "What do you like to do in your free time?"

later

When Erza returned, Jellal refrained himself from running straight to her and questioning her about the onsen.

He waited patiently, keeping his eyes trained on Mirajane and the others that were in the middle of questioning of questioning him, until a familiar color of scarlet entered his eyesight.

"Jellal," she said, simply and boldly.

And that was his signal to leave and follow after Erza out through the Fairy Tail doors, feeling the eyes of all of her comrades watching the two of them exit the building.

Once they got outside, they took a seat on one of the benches along the cobbled sidewalks of Magnolia next to the canal.

"You came earlier than usual," Erza started, interrupting their oddly prolonged silence.

He smiled, looking down at his hands. Why was it that she was always able to open him up? "We got back earlier than I expected," he said.

"What were you doing?"

"You know," he said. "Tracking down some more dark guilds." He looked up at her, focusing in on her beautiful hazelnut eyes. Her eyes were full of concern for him—hidden, but he could tell that she was worried about him. He turned his body toward her and then tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. Her hair was soft and silky, as smooth as the last time he remembered it.

He saw a light flush over her cheeks and internalized a smile. Her eyes were wide, surprised at his gesture.

"W-well, stay safe," she commanded, her hands clasping hard together in her lap.

Her stuttering was subtle, but after many years of knowing her, he could tell that she was stumbling over her words. Jellal thought it was cute how a woman so strong like her—one that could stare death in the eye and tell it to go to hell—sometimes turned nervous when he showed a little affection.

"I heard from Mirajane that you were out with Natsu and Gray," he said, changing the subject to more important matters.

Her lips stretched into a wide smile. "Mm," she nodded. "We were enjoying the onsen."

He already knew this, but her words turned heavy in his heart. "Erza, I have to ask you a serious question."

She froze for a moment, and he took a deep breath.

"Were you sharing the onsen with Natsu and Gray?"

Her eyebrows furrowed together, as if she didn't understand why that was a serious question. In fact, her face lit up shortly afterward. "Of course!" she declared, nodding her head vigorously. "Natsu, Gray, and I have been sharing the onsen since we were young."

"With Natsu and Gray," he repeated, almost under his breath. He looked back down at his hands again. "You're close with them, huh?"

He could see Erza tilt her head, a little confused at his behavior and his comment. She cupped her chin in one hand, as she always did when she was thinking deeply, until she arrived at to a conclusion. Her face brightened up.

"Sou ka," she said, nodding vigorously. "You are upset that I went to the onsen with Natsu and Gray."

"No, no," he defended. "It's nothing—I swear—"

"—And you think that I'm not close with you as I am with Natsu and Gray because you haven't gone to the onsen with me," she continued her deductions.

"No, Erza, it's not you—"

"—So the only solution that makes sense is that I take you with me to the onsen," she proposed.

He stopped talking after her suggestion settled into his brain.

"Y-you take m-me to the onsen?" he asked, the stuttering moving into his speech. He had stopped his mind from imagining any further, but he already felt a vessel pop in his sinus. He hoped he still had a tissue in his pocket.

"Yes," she said, matter-of-factly. "In fact, I'll take you tomorrow."

"T-tomorrow?!" he repeated, with a bit more alarm than he intended.

"Yes," she affirmed. "Can you come tomorrow?"

He swallowed thickly and tugged at his collar to let some cool air down his shirt. "I…I, uh…"

"I'll see you tomorrow then!" she beamed, and then bid him goodbye before heading back to her guild.

He, on the other hand, was left, still frozen in shock at her suggestion. He sat there, wide-eyed, watching her stroll back to Fairy Tail until he felt some blood drip from his nose.

And as he wiped it away, he had a deep feeling in his gut that as excited as he was for the next day, there was no way in hell that he was going to be able to survive after losing all that blood through his nose.

nightfall

Needless to say, Jellal couldn't sleep that night.

Every time he closed his eyes, he just saw Erza in a fresh white towel, dainty feet making her way to the water, then the cloth slowly falling down her back…

And he would have to grab another set of tissues to dab at his bleeding nose.

His bedsheets were on the floor, and he had already stripped down to boxers, but he was still quite hot from his overactive imagination.

This was bad. He wasn't going to be able to handle seeing Erza naked tomorrow. He was already turning into a bloody waterfall just thinking about it all…why didn't he just say no to her suggestion in the first place?

When Jellal was certain that his nosebleed had stopped, he lay back into bed.

Just count sheep, he told himself. Sheep.

Sheep. Fuzzy white sheep, with a lot of wool on them—like cotton, white cotton—like a towel, a towel tightly wrapped around Erza's curvaceous body…

sheep

Jellal broke into a cold sweat when he saw the coin that had slipped out of his jean pocket roll down the changing room, passing between two fair-skinned legs of a scarlet-headed woman.

He saw her stare at the fallen currency for a moment before going forward to pick it up.

The already-tight towel stretched against her bent body. Her very round bottom strained the cotton of the fabric and her towel rode up the backs of her well-muscled and lean thighs, exposing even more of her legs. He swallowed thickly as his eyes ate her beautiful figure up.

Erza turned around and then approached him, holding out the guilty coin. With every step she took, her bosom jiggled a little bit, kept tucked in by only her towel—that cursed towel—that was soooo tight around her waist.

And with every step…her towel became a little bit more undone, releasing itself from the tight fold where she had tucked the towel into itself to keep her together. With every step, she got closer…and he felt a low growl develop deep in his throat as he saw her chest bounce enticingly and the very-naughty towel unraveling—

She was only two steps away from him when the whole thing became undone.

"Ah," she gasped and quickly squeezed her thighs together and wrapped her arms around her chest. She reached down to pick up her towel, cheeks very red, cheeks very embarrassed, but Jellal was already bent down picking it up for her.

He bashfully raised it up to her hand, and she gratefully took it, with a sheepish smile. Her extended arm exposed a small pink nipple as well as the graceful curve of waist that led up to it.

Maybe it was seeing that small bit of her or maybe it was just a sudden spark of inspiration, but regardless, something snapped in the blue-haired man's brain and a brilliant idea (at least, one he thought was brilliant) stirred in his mind.

She reached for the towel, and he pulled it up and away from her.

"Hey! Jellal!" she whined, stretching up for her towel.

He chuckled and then hid the towel behind his back. She pounced for it, crashing against his body and waving both hands behind him, attempting to grab the elusive towel. He felt her firm breasts press against his torso, two oh-so-heavenly pillows of sexiness pushing right up on him. Their hardened tips tickled his skin, and as she pressed harder against him to reach behind him, he could see more and more straight down her slim back, and more and more of her plump bottom.

Jellal finally threw her towel far back behind the two of them, and when she had seen that she did that, she became very angry at him.

"Don't look at me!" she huffed at him, and then hugged herself tight onto his body so that she could make sure that he couldn't look down at her.

But he could—he could see her boobs smushed against him and a deep valley of cleavage, which made him very hot, unbeknownst to her. But she only had one mission, and that was to get her towel. So while she was still pressed up against him, as attached bodies, she attempted to walk him backwards as she walked forwards toward her towel on the floor.

He smiled and piked his feet on the tatami mat to stop her from moving them. "I can't help looking at you," he whispered into her ear, brushing her hair away from her face. "You're so beautiful."

She looked up at him for a moment, a deep red flush across her face, matching her hair. She looked down and came face to face with his bare torso and suddenly realized that she was clinging onto a half-naked Jellal. She might have blushed an even stronger red, discovering this fact, but before he could really see her reaction, she went back to trying to get her towel. They struggled with each other a little bit more—until he slipped and fell backwards.

They fell and crashed to the ground. Erza was now seated on top of him, and she realized that this was her chance to grab her towel while he was still down. The scarlet warrioress reached forward—for a brief second, all that he saw were her breasts—but Jellal prevented her from getting her towel and held her back down tightly with both his arms, crushing her down against him.

One of his hands snaked up to the nape of her neck, and before she knew it, he pressed her lips onto his. He could feel her tense hesitation at first, but her kiss slowly grew passionate and Jellal found himself needing air from the kisses that she returned. Only ten seconds into their kiss, and they had barely made a dent in kissing away all the years of tension that had built up between the two of them.

He sucked on her bottom lip and slowly released it as she raised herself up to gasp and calm herself down a bit. He smiled and took her lips again, this time rolling them both over so that he was on top of her. He gave her a wry smile, and she bit her lip, reaching up and pulling his face back to her, cutely licking his lips before kissing him again. He enjoyed the feeling of her smooth and soft lips crushing against him, hungry for passion.

Jellal's lips slipped past her lips and followed her jawline, tracing her neck with butterfly kisses until he reached a soft and warm part of her neck that he liked. He kissed this part and gently bit it, hearing a small growl emerge from her throat and feeling the vibration of her voice at his lips. He could hear her breathing quicken as he moved ever so slowly downwards, past her collarbones, down to the first curve of her breast.

His tongue slowly circled around the erect pink nipple, moistening the areola around the tip. His eyes stayed focused on her eyes, watching her lift her head slightly up just to see if he was actually doing what she thought he was doing—and upon seeing his tongue poised directly over her nipple—she moaned and slightly arched her back, bringing her tits closer to him.

He didn't want to give her the satisfaction yet, and so he blew on it instead, sending sharp chills all the way up her spine. She exhaled out in deep agony, and when he descended to finally bring her nipple into his mouth, her eyelids fluttered closed and he felt her fingers dig into his back. He noticed that with every suckle, her breathing hitched a bit.

So he made it a game—could her breathing keep up with how fast he suckled?

He let her nipple take a break for a moment before licking it and taking it into his mouth again. And this time, he sent her up to her very limit. As he quickened, her breathing became rough and jagged—she couldn't keep up with him anymore—and she alternated between 'ah' and his name. He built it up to the point where she couldn't say a single word and then finished her off with a gentle kiss on the well-done nipple.

She opened her eyes and gave him a shy smile, affirming that what he did felt good, and then pulled his head back down to press a kiss on his lips.

He smiled through her kiss, and then got to work taking care of her other nipple, which was already erect and impatient. This time he went right to licking the nipple directly, which earned him a gasp and a low moan of his name.

"Oh, Jellal…" she breathed.

She closed her eyes, her back arching further forward, and felt every muscle in her body lose control as she relaxed into his pleasure-giving, and finally letting the coin—the one that started it all—roll out of her hand.

backtoreality

Not again, he thought to himself, sitting up in bed and reaching for yet another tissue to dab at yet another small nosebleed—the result of being much too heated and aroused.

Counting sheep was not going to work.

This he had clearly learned the hard way.

He wasn't sure how thinking about farm animals had gotten him to fantasizing about Erza's tits but the one thing that he knew for sure was that he actually didn't know what Erza's nipples looked like. They could have been a whole range of colors and sizes for all he knew, and this was something that he was perhaps going to learn tomorrow when they were in the onsen together.

Jellal felt the heat rise to his face again and he quickly shifted his thoughts to first random thing that came to his mind—vanilla ice cream.

Why ice cream? He still didn't know why that was the first thing his mind recalled, but what he did know—as his brain quickly started slipping down a naughty route—was that thinking about vanilla ice cream was in no way going to help his situation.

notes: Alright friends, I'm going to cut off the chapter right here! (Just a little teaser. Let's start things slow for now.) You'll have to wait for another time for vanilla ice cream, haha! *cackles*

So in the case that I didn't set this up very well, the way I'm basically making each chapter a separate scene that takes place in Jellal's head the night before Erza takes him to the onsen. This chapter includes some of the background story to all of this—we can't just have porn without plot.

That said, this is your cue to review or PM me prompts for more lemon-y scenes to go into this story! Honestly throw everything you got at me—I just did sheep for you (originally a challenge from another friend) and I'm giving myself an easy time with vanilla ice cream for next, but please challenge me!

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